Chapter 19 He Actually Felt a Stir of Irrational Anger

The auctioneer captured all eyes, then gracefully produced five red little boxes, opening them one by one before the guests: "The reason it's called a primer is that the piece of jewelry itself is not for sale; today's finale, however, has been replicated by other fairly renowned jewelry designers, with a starting bid of seven hundred and fifty thousand. Non-professionals would not be able to spot the difference between the two."

Hardly had the auctioneer finished speaking when Yan Shuirou immediately clung to Li Beicheng, all sweetness and tenderness.

While in an angle invisible to the man, she provocatively sneered at Yan Xiaye and spoke in her always silky and enchanting voice, "Beicheng, I really like that one."

At the same time, from the vantage point of a top-tier private box, a distinguished and graceful man was holding a glass of wine in one hand, gazing down at the scene below.